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Amidst this attack does something far more sinister come into play. Each and every member of a faith can feel it in the air, like a sickness beginning to ooze its way through their sacred connection.
Through accursed ritual, it begins to spawn upon the lifestream, a filth much like the spilling of oil to taint majestic blue seas.
"Your intentions have been discerned.
I will see to it that cracks form upon your faith and unity."
I will see to it that cracks form upon your faith and unity."
To one in particular do these words seep into amidst his dreams, a beckoning that comes to light on the dawn of battle.
"If you would care to stop it, then do come meet with me.
Perhaps we are finally due for a dance."
Perhaps we are finally due for a dance."
Special Challenge: Ustrea vs Jokul
Setting: TBD